Your eyes are the constant that draw me inStarting from the ground underfootAiming for the furry belly of the skyCultivating a void between usTaya last warm summerYour sparkle lashes me to milkDo not hold me to the sun with your fingersLet go of the tired birdsWill our hearts wanderersGrains of sand on the soles.

Do not keepIt's hard to holdIn the hands of fragments of rockNot findWe can not findThe one who winds becameNo regretApologizeAnd do not say "sorry"And no timeWe've got no timeHe has already been savedTo save him

When your beauty turns to milk.Rest than it will eventually clear.Peel you. Milk tendernessMinimized on the coals of desireBoils penoyu serenityHaving lost the white radianceWaiting for you. Listened to noisesDrops fell, dropping the weight is differentFlowed sunset splashesMake oneself dirty all red.

And I as alwaysAs ever wait hereAnd I in despair

Do not keepIt's hard to holdIn the hands of fragments of rockNot findWe can not findThe one who winds becameNo regretApologizeAnd do not say "sorry"And no timeWe've got no timeHe has already been savedTo save him

Do not keep ...

It's hard to hold pebbles in our handsWe can not findWe became the windWe can not apologize to themWe've got no time to save him ...